Describe a composition about growth with elements.

1. About growing up in painting composition 600 When grandma was eating, awards were posted on the walls around her, and many medals were hung inside and outside the bookcase. I am very envious. This is the result of my brother's four-year painting.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind: learn to draw! I was in the second grade, and my mother enrolled me in a painting class and asked me to learn painting there. By learning to draw, I also understand two things! I have been studying for about half a year. Somehow, I began to hate painting. I don't want to go to school. Sometimes, I skip class and watch TV at home. One day, my mother found me skipping class. I was so scared that I thought my mother was going to beat me up.

Who knows, my mother came up to me and said earnestly, "Lele, you must persist in everything you do, and you can't give up halfway." If you don't insist on anything, you can't stand in this world when you grow up. " I was inspired by this and said, "OK, Mom, I get it. I will stick to everything in the future and never give up halfway! " "Later, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold wind and cold rain, I went to learn painting and never missed a class.

Once, I finished painting early in the painting class, so I put the painting on my seat and watched others paint. I came to the position of my classmate next to me, pointed to the little boy he drew and said, "What are you drawing?" People are not like people, and ghosts are not like ghosts. "He ignored me and continued to draw his paintings.

Compared with mine, his paintings are really an underground one. I laughed at them and said, "None of you are as good as mine. I must get a hundred points, but you may not! " All this was heard by Mr. Chen behind the door. When they graded, the teacher gave a hundred points and gave me 99 points. As soon as school was over, I ran to ask the teacher, "Teacher, I draw better than all of them. Why, I only got 99 points and they all got 100 points? " . The teacher called me to the office and said, "This reduces your pride. You should be modest and prudent, learn from others' advantages and correct your own shortcomings, so that you can be called a perfect person. "

From then on, I not only missed a class, but also got a hundred points every time I drew. In this way, I persisted for two years and got the certificate, which is also the result of my labor! Hard work still brings me harvest, and the joy of harvest brings me motivation to learn. I will continue to practice at home in the future, always keeping in mind the teachings of my mother and teachers.

2. About growing up in painting composition 600 When grandma was eating, awards were posted on the walls around her, and many medals were hung inside and outside the bookcase. I am very envious. This is the result of my brother's four-year painting.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind: learn to draw! I was in the second grade, and my mother enrolled me in a painting class and asked me to learn painting there. By learning to draw, I also understand two things! I have been studying for about half a year. Somehow, I began to hate painting. I don't want to go to school. Sometimes, I skip class and watch TV at home. One day, my mother found me skipping class. I was so scared that I thought my mother was going to beat me up.

Who knows, my mother came up to me and said earnestly, "Lele, you must persist in everything you do, and you can't give up halfway." If you don't insist on anything, you can't stand in this world when you grow up. " I was inspired by this and said, "OK, Mom, I get it. I will stick to everything in the future and never give up halfway! " "Later, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold wind and cold rain, I went to learn painting and never missed a class.

Once, I finished painting early in the painting class, so I put the painting on my seat and watched others paint. I came to the position of my classmate next to me, pointed to the little boy he drew and said, "What are you drawing?" People are not like people, and ghosts are not like ghosts. "He ignored me and continued to draw his paintings.

Compared with mine, his paintings are really an underground one. I laughed at them and said, "None of you are as good as mine. I must get a hundred points, but you may not! " All this was heard by Mr. Chen behind the door. When they graded, the teacher gave a hundred points and gave me 99 points. As soon as school was over, I ran to ask the teacher, "Teacher, I draw better than all of them. Why, I only got 99 points and they all got 100 points? " . The teacher called me to the office and said, "This reduces your pride. You should be modest and prudent, learn from others' advantages and correct your own shortcomings, so that you can be called a perfect person. "

From then on, I not only missed a class, but also got a hundred points every time I drew. In this way, I persisted for two years and got the certificate, which is also the result of my labor! Hard work still brings me harvest, and the joy of harvest brings me motivation to learn. I will continue to practice at home in the future, always keeping in mind the teachings of my mother and teachers.

3. Learn to sketch and grow into a story composition of 400 words. I like painting since I was a child! When I was a child, I liked to scribble on paper. Now that I'm grown up, I still like to draw what I like on paper.

During the summer vacation of 20 10, I participated in the sketch interest class in Children's Palace. On the first day of school, I was afraid of being late and came to the Children's Palace early. The teacher who teaches us sketch is xu teacher. In the first class, he taught us to draw lines, because drawing lines is the first step in learning sketch. We practiced several lessons in succession. After we became familiar with it, xu teacher began to teach us to draw solid geometric figures. Under the vivid and detailed explanation of the teacher, I basically mastered the skills of drawing three-dimensional graphics.

After we learned these basic methods, we entered a higher learning stage-sketching! Sketch is the most important part of learning sketch. Xu teacher said: "Only by learning to sketch can you learn to sketch." The teacher also said: "Sketching should first observe the shape, height, size and distance of the object. Observe well, get twice the result with half the effort! " After teacher Xu has demonstrated several times, let's practice by ourselves. As long as xu teacher sees what we did wrong and what we drew badly, he will guide us alone until we understand.

I remember once, after the teacher demonstrated, it was our turn to draw by ourselves. But I face the blank paper in front of me, and my mind is blank. I don't know where to start. When xu teacher saw it, he said to me, "You just have to draw what you see boldly! As long as you dare to draw, you will be able to draw well! " I did as xu teacher said, and I drew a beautiful sketch!

Soon, 20 sketch classes passed unconsciously, and I also mastered some basic sketch knowledge. Since then, I have practiced hard whenever I have time, mastered many sketching skills, and won the first prize in the city painting competition.

4. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of "Sketch". If you are satisfied, please adopt it! ! !

Zhang sketch

Zhang is wearing a red and black coat, the color is very bright; He said that he likes the sky and the sea very much, so he wears blue jeans and blue shoes. His clothes are clean and tidy, and they look very sunny and handsome.

Zhang is thin, tall and thin, with short flat hair. His eyes are small and thin. When he laughed, his eyes narrowed into a line, but he shone like a black grape, showing his cleverness. Adults and children in our courtyard call him "smart card". His nose is not very high above sea level, a little flat, and looks small and exquisite. Zhang's most distinctive feature is his mouth, thin lips, which open and close, and he is articulate. As long as you open the chatterbox, most people can't beat him. He's always mumbling and talking. Because of this, he was not criticized by his parents and teachers.

Zhang is very funny. He smiled when he was criticized by the teacher. Once, Zhang violated discipline, and the teacher asked him to stand in front of the blackboard and criticize him. As soon as the teacher finished speaking, he turned to us and made a face with a smug smile, as if he had been praised rather than criticized. Another time, Zhang and I made a mistake and were called to the office by the teacher. When I entered the office, I lowered my head and dared not look at the teacher. Zhang, on the other hand, looked around, looking here and there, looking up and down. Suddenly the teacher said loudly, "Zhang, where have you never seen it?" ! ""North! " Zhang blurted out. I couldn't help laughing in my heart. The teacher was also amused by him and nodded with his hand and said, "When can you be serious?" "Soon! Teacher. " Zhang spoke quickly, firmly and slowly, as if he were not a teacher but just an ordinary student. It seems that he didn't make that mistake, but came with someone else.

Zhang is very humorous. Once, we came home from school and four or five students went together. Zhang Xiao Qiang told us a joke: "It is said that one day, Xiao Ming saw a row of excrement, touched it, smelled it and tasted it." As he talked and performed, he suddenly stopped, his feet stopped in mid-air, his eyes looked ahead, and he grinned and said, "It's a good thing I didn't step on shit." We followed his eyes and found that there was really a row of shit in front of us. We couldn't help laughing, and some of us even bent over with laughter.

This is the humorous Zhang.

The night is getting dark, and everything around seems to be still, except the lonely star, which is still dotted in the night sky, so lonely.

In this environment, I suddenly remembered a lyric in the song BiBi Zhou Notes: "There are too many regrets in life, and the more people grow up, the more lonely they become." These two sentences describe life appropriately.

Let's talk about "too many regrets in life". The word "regret" often exists in people's lives, all the time. If you don't try your best to control "regret", it will bring you lifelong guilt. For example, not listening to mom and dad's advice has become a regret today; In the past, I didn't grasp the opportunity of learning, but today it is a pity; I didn't cherish what I had before, but now I have lost it and become a regret.

In other words, these are unnecessary regrets, which are also caused by ourselves. If you don't make up for it in time, it will become a regret forever. We should let these regrets be a lesson for today. Only in this way can we make up for it in time, otherwise we will regret it for a lifetime. Talking about "the more people grow up, the more lonely they will be."

Indeed, everyone will lose a lot when they grow up, including the care given by their parents will gradually decrease; Sometimes "friendship" will gradually fade away; And there will be much less entertainment. Then we will feel lonely.

In the past, when we were young, we would at least go to entertainment places to have fun, but when we grow up, people will think this person is so naive. Things to worry about will gradually increase when you grow up.

For example, thinking about how to strive for life goals; How to fight for your future career?

"The more people grow up, the more lonely they will be." This is absolutely correct. Just when I was still immersed in thinking, I suddenly remembered the song "Notes"-"There are too many regrets in life, and the more people grow up, the more lonely they become."

6. A 600-word composition is entitled My Youth Sketch. Every fantasy of youth has a string of colorful wind chimes, blue, yellow, green and red. ...

In the heart of every new human being, there is a beautiful life with many emotions, such as happiness, sadness, happiness and sadness. ...

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A cool breeze blew in.

Blowing my blue wind chimes.

When I open the window in the morning, a cool breeze blows into my hut, my heart and my blue wind chimes. I am in a bad mood. Sitting on the small blue sofa, looking at myself in the mirror opposite, disappointed! Inexplicable impulses upset me. Put on your blue coat, pull up your collar, and let the wind blow your hair. Looking at the blue sky, I raised my hand to sort out my hair that was blown by the wind, only to find that I had brought a blue bracelet, which was crystal clear. I just know that my blue heart has been blown away.

A cold wind blew.

Blowing my purple wind chimes.

The mood is getting more and more boring. Looking at my little purple bed, I can't help feeling sad. I can't predict the future, nor can I change the past. I know I can only watch my step and sigh lightly. I don't know why, I originally wanted to vent my emotions, but I didn't expect it to increase my sad mood. We are always so young, inexplicably empty, lonely and depressed.

A strong wind blew.

Blow and cry my black wind chime.

Looking down at the floor, my irritability rose to the highest point. Lying back in my crib, my eyes went through the window lattice, and God came to shush me. A thick black cloud floated to my window and looked at everything in the room that was originally colored, but it turned black like an ink bottle being knocked over, and my mood fell into a trough. Close your eyes, hot things slide down my cold face to my heart, and it's dark.

7. Write a composition that allows me to grow up with art. The general content is that I learn to sketch and start drawing well. On the road of life, people are always inseparable from art, which brings joy to life and study and inspiration to life.

I first came into contact with art when I was three years old. Once I was watching TV in my crib, I saw some aunts dancing and some singing, so I learned to sing "Yiya" and sang almost all the syllables, shaking my head while singing. Then I lay in bed and watched the actions of several aunts on TV. My parents thought I was crying and came over. When they saw me, they both laughed at the same time.

The real contact with art was when I was in the fourth grade of primary school, and the school held an art conference in the gymnasium. At this time, I saw another art. At the beginning of the music, I saw several primary school students wearing colorful clothes, turning and jumping on the stage ... They stood motionless and kept changing their postures; After a while, they were alive and kicking like little monkeys, and some actors even did a big somersault. Finally, they folded the arhats, jumped on the shelves one by one and dispersed. On the road of life, people are always inseparable from art, which brings joy to life and study and inspiration to life.

I first came into contact with art when I was three years old. Once I was watching TV in my crib, I saw some aunts dancing and some singing, so I learned to sing "Yiya" and sang almost all the syllables, shaking my head while singing. Then I lay in bed and watched the actions of several aunts on TV. My parents thought I was crying and came over. When they saw me, they both laughed at the same time.

The real contact with art was when I was in the fourth grade of primary school, and the school held an art conference in the gymnasium. At this time, I saw another art. At the beginning of the music, I saw several primary school students wearing colorful clothes, turning and jumping on the stage ... They stood motionless and kept changing their postures; After a while, they were alive and kicking like little monkeys, and some actors even did a big somersault. Finally, they folded the arhats, jumped on the shelves one by one and opened them into a flower. What a perfect performance! They let me know that the success of art depends on a lot of sweat and hard work, which can create one miracle after another. Therefore, I am determined to learn art well. I don't sleep at noon every day and study paper-cutting in the art room. With the encouragement and guidance of the teacher, I draw while thinking. When I think about it, I will imagine a road of inspiration in my mind. When I cut paper, I will cut it carefully to make my work more perfect. Finally, my paper-cut work "Birds, Flying" won an award at an art exhibition. But I still think silently in my heart: Only by exerting hard and intelligence can we create perfect artistic value!

Art is various, and it is a potential inspired by everyone. It is with me: when I come back from traveling, I will draw mountains and rivers, and art will haunt my heart, stop at the delicate pen tip and savor it; When the winner stands on the podium, art will reach my ears and encourage me to continue my efforts. Although I can't see or touch it, it ripples in the depths of my memory, as if it were a force guiding me forward.

Art has been with me for twelve years in my life. I spent a carefree childhood with it, which made me endless and meaningful. Now, I can learn to play the flute and harmonica and have fun. I hope that art can accompany me all my life and create a better tomorrow.

8. Write a composition about growth ~ ~ Growth

The annual rings of time have quietly turned for sixteen years, and the silk thread of life has been pulled for sixteen years. I grew up unconsciously, but I didn't understand until I knew it. ...

No longer the little girl clamoring for her mother to tell a story, she won't cry for a doll, but often sees herself gradually taking off her childish coat in the mirror, thinking about how to stop worrying her mother and father too much. The taste of growing up is understanding

I don't sing Little Gong Hao as before, but I am often moved to tears by Two Springs Reflecting the Moon, savoring the sad life thoughts left by the blind A Bing. The taste of growing up is to realize life.

Instead of deliberately writing two typos in the exercise book to examine the teacher's eyesight, I am often grateful for the teacher's gray hair, wrinkles on his forehead and chalk-stained fingers. The teacher's earnest teaching and tireless help have made me have a deeper understanding of "spring silkworms die, and night candles burn their wick." Therefore, no distractions, forget the sea of books, bow to the case and work hard until dawn. The taste of growing up is gratitude and reward.

Instead of arguing with classmates over a disagreeable sentence, I often drink a steaming cup of Kuding tea in the dead of night, watch the dark blue night sky, calm my impetuous heart, count the stars and fall asleep with my dreams. The taste of growth is maturity.

The taste of growth is that a small seedling on the ground longs to grow into a towering tree.

The taste of growing up is a fish in the sea, eager to jump over the Longmen and swim in the sea.

The taste of growing up is that a bird in the sky longs for freedom to fly high and the sea of clouds fights freely.

Experience the taste of growth. It seems sour and sweet, spicy and salty, sad and happy, sad and sentimental. It bothered me 16 years, and then let me immerse myself in my soul forever. ...

9. composition on the topic of growing pains 1 I don't know when the growing pains came together. For me who has a lot of complaints to vent, this topic is very kind.

Xin Qiji once said: "Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow". Perhaps his carefree childhood, with the continuous development of history, left us more and more troubles.

As I grow up day by day, I have more troubles around me. Most of the things that happen at school are unwilling to talk to parents, because as long as they talk, they will make a long speech, and I am not allowed to interrupt a word, and my ears can't stand so many words coming in and out, so I don't want my ears to suffer, so I don't want to talk to my parents! However, I write what I want to say in my notebook every day, that is, my diary.

After writing, let yourself appreciate and solve your own problems. It was okay at first, but gradually, I felt that my parents looked at me unnaturally, as if I was hiding something from them.

(Some really don't want them to know) That day, I came home from school, finished my homework and went to get my diary as usual. Suddenly, I found that my diary had been touched, and I immediately flew into a rage. I knew it must be them when I thought about it. I walked out of the bedroom and asked loudly if they had read my diary. On the contrary, they openly stated that it was their duty to know everything about me.

I can't take it anymore. I just want to have my own blue sky. Why did you take it away so selfishly just to get to know me? I went back to my room and felt that I had nothing left, alas! Why do parents always want to know us when they grow up and don't want us to have any ideas of our own? Alas! How cruel! Our life is full of seven colors of sunshine, but even if the sunshine is bright, there will inevitably be short-lived clouds. Growing teenagers will have some lingering troubles.

These troubles come from life, from study, from communication with classmates ... but it is not terrible to have troubles. The key is to treat it correctly. From now on, let's clean up our troubles together, eliminate them and mature with colorful dreams.

Growing pains 2 Growing up is like a boat in my life, sailing in the waves. Sometimes it is calm, and sometimes it will encounter surging waves.

However, my growth boat was not smooth sailing, and I also experienced various storms. For me, everything is bittersweet.

Now, because I have grown up and become an adult, I am no longer a child in the eyes of my parents, but I have become conscious, courageous and knowledgeable. Sometimes, they will say, "You've grown up!" Lucy said, "You are no longer a child!" " It gives me a headache.

No matter what you do now, you must first understand the "compass" and have principles. You can't do it hastily or carelessly. If something goes wrong, I will bring in a snowstorm at any time. When I was young, I remember how relaxed my life was, carefree and free, with no worries around me.

But with the passage of time, the waves ahead are bigger and the sea surface is more tortuous. I became a primary school student, and the old me was gone. I am tall, I have been in school for a long time, I have more homework, I have more subjects to study, my schoolbag on my shoulder is heavier, and the pressure in my heart is getting bigger and bigger.

If I were a child, no matter what I did wrong, no one would blame me, and my parents would be my "guides". But now that I'm grown up and sensible, I have to adapt to independence. I must be careful and think twice before you act.

Compared with the carefree days when I was a child, this gradually widened the distance. When I was a child, although I would live comfortably, I was bound by my elders and others everywhere, and I was mixed by my parents when I walked. I fell, and my parents helped me.

But I know that when I grow up, I will become an adult, which is different from when I was a child. Just like I am now, I am growing up and have my own opinions on everything.

Sunshine is always after the storm, how can you succeed without experiencing the storm? My growing boat, although unstable and calm, is also full of all kinds of stormy waves, which makes me learn a lot and exercise a lot. Through my growing process, I really realized that growing up has some troubles, but more is happiness.

Growing pains 3. Are you happy to study? Are you tired? Yes, when you get satisfactory results, when you find the learning content easy, learning is naturally happy. But when you have an aversion to learning, when there is a "process" and some "obstacles" in your homework, it is undeniable that learning is tiring.

So, is learning happy or tiring? This is my worry, a worry that has been suppressed in my heart for a long time. Sometimes, I think learning is happy and carefree.

The content of junior high school study is relatively easy. As long as you put your heart into it, it will be OK after three or two times, and the quality is relatively high. If you do your homework quickly, you will naturally have more free time.

At that time, we were like birds escaping from the cage, getting rid of the shackles of the fence and flying freely in the boundless sky without silver. It feels so good. Learning is sometimes very tiring: analyzing topics and making various test papers make me dizzy and hot all over. I sometimes think: what is learning for? Why should I study? What are the benefits of studying? Although I knew I was stupid at that time, I was really tired and wanted to sleep in bed for ten days and eight nights.

Speaking of "playing", it is impossible for a camel to enter a henhouse when it is 108,000 miles apart. However, justice will eventually prevail over evil.

The nonsense in my head will be thrown out of my mind and disappear without a trace. Sometimes, a day's class is extremely easy: what art! Exercise! Music! They are all my favorites.

At that time, learning was fun. Sometimes, a day's class is either Chinese or math and biology. Even if I was in a good mood that day, I was completely changed by this group of "troublemakers": my face was flushed, my brow was frowning, my mouth was slightly pursed, my hands were holding my hair, and I smiled with a deadpan look.

10. Write a composition with growth as the main topic.

In my sky, there are no traces of birds, only footprints of growth-inscriptions.

A wanderer doesn't need direction, because he has carved a road sign on the journey of life and will never forget it. Just like my youth, the pain caused by those dark and white wounds has been forgotten by something called "growth" for a long time. And those beautiful scenery along the way will also be sweetly engraved in my heart by memories.

Those once lost, confused, unable to let go of the pain, facing the wind on the pavement, have gradually faded away, leaving a mature heart. Perhaps, I can't bear so much worry, but I know my responsibility, I know the way and how to go on.

I remember the class teacher said that the process of growth can't be smooth sailing, and no matter how hard you work, you won't fail. But every time after the thunder and lightning, the sky will always heal its torn wounds.

Youth is confirmed by different people in different ways. All stories can always make people see many things clearly through a set and some props, and always leave some faint memories, recording the happiness and hardships on the road of youth.

Of course, I tried, and all I got was a lot of scars. I hesitated, but I still walked hard all the way. The sunshine that accompanied me has always been in a corner of my heart, supporting me to go on.

There is an unforgettable song. Under the eaves of this city, everyone who is growing up is singing with heart. Once the wind and rain were dark, but it was the foil of dawn and raised the sail. The future is waiting for us to explore, set sail towards the ideal distance, and use our youth and life to find our own sky.

There, there are no traces of birds, but there are footprints of my growth, because it belongs to me alone.

My sky,

In a higher place than that day ...

Beyond the distant sea ...